เนื้อเพลง R.I.P. - Young Jeezy

Ya, what's up?
That's what I'm sayign though,
We gotta hurry up so we can go to the club n*gga, (2 Chainz)

RIP We just killed the club,
Drink patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
When I'm so high, I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love

[Hook:]
RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What)
RIP, We just killed the club,
Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm in a brand new dropped top rari with three b*tches
Tired of being in middle trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city where n*ggas at?
I be in every club in the hood, where n*ggas at?
Pulled up, jumped out stuntin like I was Baby
On my c*caine cowboy sh*t, like in the 80's
Who da n*gga think he is? Slick Rick or Danny Dane
Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain
YSL from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Lookin like I came to play Mitchell and Ness
Any n*gga with a watch like that he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

[Hook: x2]
RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What)
RIP, We just killed the club,
Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo)

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad b*tches off in my section, just let some more in
And every n*gga that came here with me, kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this b*tch like we so Haitian
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a mother f*cker heres the situation
1: 45 AM the knob broken, by the time a n*gga get to the crib the mall open
Man the nerve of this high ass b*tch, she on the molly
She said she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle

[Hook: x2]
RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What)
RIP, We just killed the club,
Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz) Got a pocket full of dead bread
Attached to your girl like a jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep sh*ttin on n*ggas, need potty train
Turn up, colligreen
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nuthin but a G thang, switch lane, get brain
Hand down her g-string
I'm the type n*gga that's built to last
You f*ck with me, I put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe, when you was counting this cash, n*gga

[Hook: x2]
RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What)
RIP, We just killed the club,
Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo)